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As I fill the washing machine; I think. What a memorable scene, As the washing machine fills So do my eyes. Like left over dries, I think, How you stained my soul. With a green breathless dream, I think. How you stood next to an open fire, I think Your soot stained face, Stained in every perfect place I think. When it turns around, soap suds are seen. So are my empty dreams.
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
Washing machine
As I fill the washing machine; I think. What a memorable scene, As the washing machine fills So do my eyes. Like left over dries, I think, How you stained my soul. With a green breathless dream, I think. How you stood next to an open fire, I think Your soot stained face, Stained in every perfect place I think. When it turns around, soap suds are seen. So are my empty dreams.
#emotion#domestic#tasks#looking#back
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iwan-glyn
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
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